I had a lovely lie-in this morning, not getting out of bed until half past five. Even though the alarm didn't go off at 4:40 I still woke up then, but I had fifty wonderful wriggling, stretching, pillow-wallowing minutes of blissful lie in. Mmm …
Then a nice soak in the bath instead of a rushed shower.
I love holidays.
Now I'm getting ready to do the annual Christmas Card run. It's "rural" round here and the postal service is primitive and unreliable at best.
So even though it means driving all over three counties in the freezing fog, I think it's nice to turn up with a card and have a chat and catch up with people I haven't seen for ages.
And they always put the kettle on.
So. As I can't drive all the way over to yours, here's my Christmas Card to you, my blogpals:
You can click on it if you want a bigger one.
Apologies to Robyn for the content.
This is actually a home-made card I sent out to my terrestrial friends a few years back. I found the original while I was going through some old photos and couldn't resist using it again.
I can't remember who painted this or what it represents (shocking for a guy who did 'A' Level History of Art) but it's always tickled me because they all look so pissed off.
I love the expression on the girl's face with the lemon. "How much longer am I gonna have to stand here? I'm missing my favourite soap opera."
And the BVM: "I'm being really patient here, but if somebody doesn't bring me a gin soon I'm gonna go postal."
And the girl on the other side looks like she's operating the Christ child, Muppet-style.
And the Christ child himself … Why couldn't mediæval painters use proper babies as models? Why did they always paint muscly little men?
This one looks like a rather expressive miniature mafia don … "What the fuck is this? Who does she think I am? A fucking lemon? Hey, Luigi; get this thing away from me. I ordered the clams."
So anyway. Print it out and hang it up with the others if you want, though I can't see Robyn doing that (sorry) …
Merry Christmas one and all.
And a Happy New Year.
Love from Grinchy old Dive.
xx
12 comments:
I'd swear that ugly wee shite winked at me, tell me thats a special effect before I have a break doon.
No special effects … It must have been a miracle!
Love the card. The idea of taking local cards around personally is a good one. Too often we're enmeshed in our own lives, behind our front doors and don't see each other. It's just time i suppose, though. Haven't got time to do that but i do have a card you might like, will be posting it tomorrow.
A creepy miracle.
Hey Grinchy 1 from Grinchy 2...funny stuff...thanks for the guffaw...seriously needed it! If only my college Art History 101 class could have had THIS kind of commentary, I might have stayed awake! ;-)
Hee hee.
Thank you all. I'm now off into the fog on the card run, so Happy Christmas.
Love the lemon.
My all-time favorite Christmas card had this lovely little manger scene and Mary thinking, "Immaculate, schmaculate! That fucking hurt!"
apology accepted. hee hee. I never did understand misrepresented baby figures either. very funny caption and insightful review. I would print it out and stand it up with the rest of my cards for this year, but my family would object--well, most of them. I'll just keep it here and look at it when I need a laugh.
My alarm usually screams at 6:15, but today I got to sleep until 8:00. very nice.
Sassy, that's hilarious. I love it.
Robyn: So glad you liked the card.
I hope you enjoyed your lie-in. Mine was great.
As part of the extended "lie in," the Mother and Father from Meet Me In St. Louis are sitting at the piano singing "time goes by, but we'll be together, you and I" while the girls are clearing the table. It's one of my favorite scenes.
I don't know who did the original but it probably dates from the time when giving birth to saviours was regarded as a serious business. I suspect the words in the balloon are a contemporary addition.
Anyway it works. I clicked on it and I now have a bigger one.
A true miracle, Mister H.
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